Dec 1998
As I flounder in an abstract air of uncertainty
with a load weighing heavily now in me
seeking just one possible escape route…
.. the wicked mind whizzes past a million
incoherent sequences that bring chaos and
controversy
encompassing myriad patterns of eventualities;
Shaken terribly by the supposed aftermath
of this unintended mental exercise, I cease to react
…
as your frail form quietly drifts into my mind’s
vision.
You have borne me and my follies dear...
no not any less than my mother did;
jointly we’ve waded thru clear and troubled
waters this far…
And now when time like speeding stations from an
express train
leaves behind a horde of events so mixed …
with you darling a decent destination we’ll soon
find.
Trust me !
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